RD, for the third time in recent memory, dropped a big beaker of island oasis (actually one of the three times it was a syringe of pudding) all over the place. It fell in slow motion, she screamed, MH was sadly in the line of fire. There was caramel all over the floor, the counter, MH... in her pockets, in her phone, in her hairnet, in her hair...
They got it cleaned up relatively quickly and we all went back to work.
And then I noticed the splatter all over the ceiling.
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